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24 February 1996

Salt of the Air

Miles above the North Sea a courteous flight attendant gave me a wonderful present. Although her gift was only a few grains of salt, I got an inordinate amount of pleasure from imagining them nested in their immaculate foil packet inside a sealed cellophane envelope inside the aluminum fuselage. I wondered if my salt might have once been in the ocean below.

As with most gifts, it is the thought that counts.

I poured the salt into San Francisco Bay. I hope the salt harvesting facility on the southern part of the bay will capture the salt and sell it to another airline. That would be nice; salt travels well.

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